She Didn't Kill Me

If I've not mentioned it before, Momma tends to get quite ill when I head to Seattle.  She worries about me, about money, about whether I'm really going to marry this loser man.  For the record, Momma, I am going to marry this wonderful, funny, supportive, scary, intelligent equal.

Yay!

Anyhoo, I put off telling her as long as possible before I leave for vacation.  Because I'm brave that way.  This time she took it with a grain of salt, only asking when I'm leaving and returning and the motive behind this trip.  My answers were until and because I've saved up the money.

I do have my pound of flesh, however - I have to help her clean the third level of her house so her houseguest will be much more welcome.  I'm disappointed that I won't get to see her friend, but so glad that this didn't turn into WWIII.

Nothing left to do but clean, pack, move furniture, get my jewelry cleaned (I'm marrying a man who notices things like that) and arrange for airport transportation.  Keep your fingers crossed that I bring some sunshine with me to Seattle.  I get weird with sunshine after about three days.